Saturday, April 11, 2009

.


crimson , crawling .
my heart throbs behind my skin ;
pulse , beating slow .
torn , but still alive .
searching for a reason .
still
breathing, for you .
every breath with more struggle ,
more effort .
i am aching, for you .
for your arms ; my cradle where i may
fall.
i fall into your eyes ;
your neverending eyes .
they've never let me sink so deep ,
the undertow refusing to let me surface ;
finally , i am here again .
where there is comfort , but i am not whole .
where i can rid of this mask ;
unravel.
where i am numb .
i am lost ;
never , do i want to be found.

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